57 is like…
Last winter daddy was dying.
This winter Colette is on the verge
We wait to greet her
God willing.
I worry about judgment
I need to be chill
Maybe I’m January
And Jinghuan’s May
Unintentional as Oedipus, I thought she was a pretty prosthelytizer
She thought I was sweaty, heavy and younger in a nice suit
Humble like a lucky dog should
Still worried about piano falling from on high
I keep a low profile
Listen to mother-in-Law speak the Chinese
Learn I’m too black, too old, and too fat
I’m cool with that.
My Goals: Make better biscuits, run half marathon
And not be left in a wheelchair—garden my ass off
My girls….
Always wanted a world of women
Jinghuan-Giselle-Elise-Lolita
Colette waits in the wings/womb
Even with one eye open—
Can’t complain
Grateful rich man
Awash in love
12-30-15
